The fireball shot through the ceiling and burst into countless crimson embers, scattering across the night sky like a shower of sparks. Outside, Alen's soldiers immediately recognized it, the signal. Trouble.
Without hesitation, they moved. The soldiers and operatives who had been stationed nearby were already accustomed to such emergencies. They had rehearsed this countless times. None of them knew just how brutal the coming fight would be, but all of them ran toward the facility with unwavering resolve.
Inside, Beatrix stared at the rising smoke and then at Alen, her brows furrowed in concern. "We have to break out of here. I can take us up again and open a path through the wall," she said quickly. "But I'm worried. Now that they know we've seen something, they might destroy this whole place just to cover it up, or burn it down trying to get us."
Her guess wasn't far off.
